He learned it accidentally, as he was listening to the conversation of this young girl with her companions; and his majesty has entirely abandoned himself to his new caprice.

The girl's name is Mademoiselle de la Valliere, and she is sufficiently pretty to warrant this caprice becoming a strong attachment.

Beware of Mademoiselle de la Valliere." There was not a word about Madame.

Aramis slowly folded the letter and put it in his pocket.

Fouquet was still delightedly inhaling the perfume of his epistle.
"Monseigneur," said Aramis, touching Fouquet's arm.
"Yes, what is it ?" he asked.
"An idea has just occurred to me.